PART II - fifty two

Noah's POV

When we get back to New York, I put her to sleep and falls asleep immediately while I think about talking to her tomorrow.

She needs help and I don't know how to help her but I would like to try which means talking to her about it. As much as I hate talking, I read somewhere talking usually helps.

I barely slept and when she wakes up she finds me sitting by the edge of the bed watching her,

Now as then, when Sofia was in the room, the only person I saw was her.

Her gaze seemed just as intent to stay locked on mine.

Seconds passed like hours. Before either Sofia or I said a word.

"Hi." She was the one who spoke first because I was a fucking chickenshit, though even through the glass, I could hear a rasp in her voice that said this likely wasn't easy for her either.

She knows we're going to have the talk about her.

I cleared my throat as if I could clear the scratch